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the (former) avatar of n'zoth was never particularly interested in children, but tbh her kid's kinda neat

#things ive drawn #my art #wow oc art #jannadis #vythinion #yeah he's a dragon <333 and hes GOOEY <333 because both his parents were N'ZOTH CRONIES <333

Fendae/Jannadis

Fake dating

It had been years since they had gone on a real date-- or at the very least, one that didn’t end with Fendae feeling paraded around like a trophy or prized possession. At times, it seemed like they weren’t even a couple anymore. Jannadis must’ve picked up on his discontent because on the day of their anniversary she surprised him with a kiss and a gift in bed.

“What is it?” Fendae asked, carefully picking up one of the folded masses of smooth black muslin, streaked with what had to be real silver.

Jannadis practically purred, snaking an arm around his waist. “It’s to replace your old leathers, and its more presentable for you to wear when we’re at court or entertaining.”

The cloth in his hand slipped and suddenly took the form of a shirt-- with stitching he recognized as Jannadis’ own hand. “I like my leathers. I can’t work in these--”

“Love, you don’t need to.” She made it sound so casual, but his blood ran cold.

Bodyswap

His body was so much bigger than hers, than his should even naturally be. Fendae had always been short for a blood elf, edging on more human proportions than elven-- but what he had lacked in height he made up for in mass. The wings that draped from his back were so huge Jannadis couldn’t even figure out what to do with them, and with the dainty little hooves where feet should be-- she couldn’t even get her feet under her. The most she could accomplish was to sit sulkily with her shoulders drawn up, leaning forward on her hands while those god-awful wings splayed out awkwardly in the dirt It was humiliating, and Jannadis felt her slender, fur-tipped tail lash in response to that humiliation.

Behind her, she almost-- almost-- heard her own voice laugh.

Dark!fic

Something was trying to press out of the scars on Fendae’s back; his muscles were attempting to turn inside out in protest of-- of whatever this was. He twisted in on himself and writhed, sending blankets and cushions sliding off the bed, sd if he could escape the sensation of a building pressure in his gut, his back, his mind, by physically escaping his own body.

Vaguely, at the edge of his periphery and the edge of his sanity, Jannadis knelt at his side and he saw seven dripping tentacles flow seemingly from her own back-- before his mind rejected the notion and he violently turned away, hands curling around his head.

A piercing cold hand touched his back and Fendae shuddered as the shadows rolling off her in waves edged on the inescapable pressure. “It’s okay, love,” she said, softer and kinder than he’d ever heard her before, the words seeming to echo in his mind. “It hurts now. But it won’t soon. Once you let It in, you won’t hurt ever again.”

Secret kinks

“That’s hardly polite to ask of a lady.”

Their first kiss

Breaking the kiss felt like surfacing for air, and almost immediately Jannadis wanted to dive down again. Even as she pulled back to breathe, she couldn’t help smiling as Fendae-- the cute, chubby, House-less elf before her-- automatically tipped towards her before blinking dazedly and stopping.

Meeting the parents

Fendae never spoke of his mother of father, and Jannadis wouldn’t even admit she’d had a childhood. As far as the other was concerned, they had both sprung into existence as fully formed adult elves-- and, sometimes, Fendae wondered if that wasn’t actually true of Jannadis.

Moving in together

He set his bags down gently, just inside the front door. “Are you sure about this?”

“Of course.” Jannadis replied without looking at him. “Silvermoon is far more secure than Orgrimmar. You’ll be safer here in the coming turmoil.”

It didn’t feel safer, with every guard watching their own citizens like vultures and every arcane construct crowing the good name of Lord Kael’thas Sunstrider at each archway, street corner, and public area. As they arrived, Fendae had seen a common citizen pulled aside and held at arrest just inside the gate-- the guards told them to step aside, while the man begged for help.

“Besides,” she continued, either oblivious to his discomfort or blatantly ignoring it, “there are far more opportunities for leatherworking apprenticeship here-- the least of them will be twice the quality of what you could get from orcs.”

#fendae #jannadis #yes hello this is a super healthy relationship lmao #a-silent-protagonist

crappy pic of a wip I've been whittling away at :')

#jannadis #shadow priest #blood elf #n'zoth #my art #my oc #kind of like. an au sort of deal I guess. :')#because her story will n e v e r be canon in game #but in my heart she's the avatar of n'zoth is this is how it'd look when you fought her #like Sarah in Ulduar #except she doesn't explode and turn into an old God #gonna post it to my art blog later #when it's more completed

To: @jannadis From: @blanketholes Fandom: Bastion Notes:Smile anyway. (The first handshake in a long time.)

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For the meme! Lathrine, Jannadis, and your lady nelf demon hunter

awwwww YEAAAAAAAAAAAAA

1: sexuality headcanonher sexuality is “im too busy for this shit”2: otpno one lmao tho once upon a time, fendae was supposed to be an equally morally ambiguous companion for her3: brotplowkey jannadis/tyrnael, highkey jannadis/n’zoth4: notpjannadis/anyone tbh, so long as she’s in her current state. “possessed by an unholy god from the bottom of the sea” doesn’t?? lead to healthy relationships??5: first headcanon that pops into my headif she miraculously survives whatever it is n’zoth has planned, jannadis is released from n’zoth’s hold and regains control of herself. while briefly amnesiac due to trauma, she ultimately remembers all the shit “she” did and is so!!! horrified and disgusted!! b/c she still is in her heart of hearts a priestess of the moon and she just kind of disappears off the map. no one sees her again for a real fuckin’ long time b/c she Needs Time to a) re teach herself how to be a normal decent person b) doesnt trust herself around people (she probably catches herself reacting on the muscle memory n’zoth built) and c) jannadis feels really strongly she needs to atone for the wrongs she did and the fucked up way she acted, even if it was just n’zoth acting through her. b/c mind control only sort of works. it cant make you do anything unwillingly. and even if it COULD, the fact that it was n’zoth and not her doesn’t change how people who were hurt by her (ESPECIALLY fendae) will perceive her. it doesnt make those memories go away. 6: favorite line from this character“praise be he of the seven eyes.”7: one way in which I relate to this characteri like to think ive never been as bad as jannadis?? but in her initial conception she was definitely an outlet for my frustrations and less kind thoughts, and tbh lowkey i totally relate to her bitterness at the world for sort of, just letting her get trapped in that situation? like. if the night elves weren’t so AGGRESSIVELY anti-arcane and exiled all casters on threat of death, she never would’ve been put in the position to get so fucked up and possessed by n’zoth. literally everything couldve been avoided!! and tbh i felt that super a lot when i was younger and when i created her 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this characteroh god evERYTHING. ALL OF HER ACTIONS EVER.9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?problematic fave aaaaaall the way!!